In the airport lounge she sat, in a fancy feathered hat. The grandest lady I had ever seen. Outside the heavy rain had grounded all the planes. So I asked her if she'd like some company.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe.
Because he called the forest brother,. Because he called the earth his mother,. They drove him out into the rain.. Some people even said. The boy from the country was insane..
I should have nailed you down. Now you're on that cloud. If we're gonna do this. We gotta do it now. While we're young. There you go again. On that horse of yours.
Oh what will you give me?. Say the sad bells of Rhymney. Is there hope for the future?. Cry the brown bells of Merthyr.. Who made the mine owner?. Say the black bells of Rhondda..
Ghastly protector. Save me from this waste. He's drifting asleep faster. Drowning the waves of rye. . Spinnin' round the ballroom floor. Round and round the ballroom floor.
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back. Aint much an old country boy like me cant hack. Its early to rise, early in the sack. Thank God Im a country boy.
Almost heaven West Virginia. Blue Ridge Mountains. Shenandoah River.. Life is old there. Older than the trees. Younger than the mountains. Growin' like a breeze..
Something's bubbling up inside your holy head. You want to leave me but you don't know how to say it. Trying to tell me other ways didn't do any good.
I still wear the bracelet,. The one you made and gave to me,. When you were inspired by us,. I still wear it to remember that time, when you were inspired by me..
Want to be happy,. Want to stop just existing,. Want to find that air worth breathing,. Just want to find that something,. That makes life worth living..
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway. Traveled by many remembered by few. Lookin' for something that I can believe in. Lookin' for something that I'd like to do with my life.
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy. Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry. Sunshine on the water looks so lovely. Sunshine almost always makes me high.
My hands just can't seem to work,. I can't block the sun,. There's always that lift away that sifts its way through the cracks,. I can't pick anything up,.
Who am I addressing now?. It seems as though I'm only ever talking to myself. . The mirrors there, but I don't see my face anywhere.. No matter how straight I stare.
It's a long way from L.A. to Denver,. It's a long time to hang in the sky;. It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen,. The sweet Rocky Mountain paradise,.
Didn't I tell you in the beginning?. That with you, I could make our life's worth living?. I told you, no I warned you of how much I cared,. That my love was a curse, seldom shared..
When you asked how I've been here without you. I'd like to say I've been fine and I do. But we both know the truth is hard to come by. And if I told the truth that's not quite true.
City sidewalk, busy sidewalks dressed in holiday style.. In the air there's a feeling of Christmas.. Children laughing, people passing,. Meeting smile after smile,.